Alpha Killian Jane Doe Novels & Stories

Granted his amazing good looks contributed to that, I discreetly rolled my eyes at the thought. “You okay?” Camille whispered to me worriedly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” I nodded in response, giving her a light squeeze. “Thank you three for coming here on such short notice,” Alpha Killian said, his voice reverberating through my body sending a tingling sensation down my spine, “For any of you meeting me for the first time,” his gaze lingered on me for a moment then he continued, “I am Killian Thorne, the Alpha of the Blood Fang pack and this is my Beta,” he gestured to the man seated beside him, “Clarke Thorpe.”

He could say anything he wanted, but calling me barren was a line he shouldn’t cross. My knees buckled and I dropped to the ground, shuddering with each sobs. Through my tear-filled vision, I saw her cover her phone with her hands and direct a mocking glance toward me. It dawned on me that she was Taylor, the daughter of Alpha Zain from the White Moon pack. She was renowned for her successful fashion brand and her incredible design talent. I had no idea she was the one Killian had been interested in all along. “Killian,” I whispered, my voice quivering as I met his icy gaze, filled with disdain.

“If she is with child, the pup will be a good worker, too. Ditches breed strong.” “Your alpha would let a female of his pack leave?” “My alpha could stop you from taking her?” Killian considers me. A pulse tics at his temple. Finally, he grins. “Well, if you beat me, maybe that old windbag could take me, too. I guess we’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.” He slaps his hands together and calls to the ref. “What are you waiting for, ref? Are we going to hold hands and say a prayer? Sound the buzzer. Let’s go!”

Kael stops smiling. "Don't bring my mate into this." His voice is ice. Flat. Dead. Clinton's mouth snaps shut. His eyes are wide. Wet. Tears spill down his cheeks. Kael stands up. Looks down at him. "Hold him." The Beta moves. Grabs Clinton by the shoulders. Forces him still. Kael raises the knife. --- The first cut is shallow. A line across Clinton's chest, from his left shoulder to his right ribs. Not deep enough to kill. Just deep enough to hurt.

Alpha killian! I am certain I knew that name, I looked round the room, the lights were flashing in my face, expectant eyes were on us. My suspicion was turning out to be real, I knew this scenery, Just as it was written, the mahogany door, the crest, Now it all made sense that…. “I, Alpha Killian of the Silverfang pack, reject Avri Lowell of the Golden Dawn pack.” Gasps rose in the air. Murmurs followed immediately from the audience.

Not even a flicker of sensation. The pack doctors told me the connection was permanently broken and beyond repair. I might have lost all sexual sensation in that part of my body. Yet, the moment that soaking wet, nameless girl crashed into my lap, the dead nerves had flared to life. It was a terrifying, confusing spark. "Alpha," Lucas said, breaking the silence as we reached the flat dirt clearing outside the cabin. "What are we doing about the border patrols? If she's a rogue spy..." "She's not a spy," I interrupted, my voice flat. "A spy doesn't accidentally drown themselves in a waterfall and then panic-steal a pair of trousers because she's shivering to death. She was running from someth

She looked completely, impossibly alive. Leo whispered, "She's real." Killian slowly approached the structure. The moment he neared, the crystal suddenly glowed with a soft light. A gentle, feminine voice echoed in their minds. *"Who... has come?"* Killian placed his palm against the cold crystal. "My name is Killian Silver. I'm the Alpha King of Blackthorn." The young woman's eyes slowly drifted open. They were brighter than the moon itself. She stared at Killian, and then, a soft, knowing smile touched her lips.

After Uncle Colton announced that Killian was already okay, I needed to do all of Killian's work. Acting like him was so easy since we have the same face, but what about our bodies? I think there's no difference, even though I'm a bit tinier, and yet I know that no one could notice that. The people would think that Killian had a lighter weight because of what happened to him. A dark smirk emerges from me. The excitement within me gets higher and higher. The justice that I was longing for was about to come. This is the beginning of my revenge. I promise to the graves of my parents that I will make the alpha pay for what he's done.

Only then I was able to look at my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the smell. Sandalwood and citrus. It flooded my nose and helped ease the stars that circled my head. Jake was on the ground, his back lying in the wet grass. Standing above him was none other than my rescuer. Alpha Killian stood above Jake, his eyes a murderous shade of black. My wolf wanted to approach Alpha Killian, but the waves of absolute fury rolled off of his body made us keep our distance. Despite what happened, I couldn't help but feel terrified for Jake. To have all of that rage directed on you, from the most vicious Alpha to ever exist.

She added. He heaved out a deep sigh. "She now knows?" He slowly asked. "Yes, she knows everything but probably she might like to hear it from you. And Eva now knows a little, she was awake when we got attacked by some Ninja's and the killer whose name is Chase sent his shadow to save us." "Okay, I will answer her questions." ***** Julian House: The leopard guy wasn't himself all through the day, he has been thinking and pacing around in his living room, wondering what might have made Eva to ignore him.